On my eighteenth birthday, my wicked father gave me a Rolls-Royce, saying that I was going to be the wife of a wealthy family.
When I went there, I found out that the groom had been dead for three years! I was so angry that I wanted to flip the table over on the spot, but my mother-in-law transferred two million to me without saying a word.
When the account dinged, I stared at the balance and counted the zeros three times. My heart beat so fast that I almost jumped to the sky. This was money that my father could never earn in his lifetime moving bricks on the construction site!
I won't be able to sleep tonight if you don't call me mom! I shouted more smoothly than her own son on the spot. After all, it's two million for a mother, and anyone who doesn't shout is a fool.
That night, my ghost husband who had been dead for three years showed up.
He is so handsome and so cold. Seeing him in the underworld is like seeing a leader. I was filled with joy, thinking that I had hooked up with the underworld boss, but later I discovered that I was the one.
I am the ultimate Yin body that is rare to see in a hundred years, and the whole hell is looking for me.
Some people want to use me to open the seal, some want to sacrifice me, and some people bring me milk tea every day, crying and asking me to be her stepmother.
I just want to say that I am a poor student, how can I become a monk in the underworld after getting married?
